They had other ships for dwarfs

Sunday in London ... certainly less haste than the manic Saturday evening that preceded it. I often say 'everything bites in Australia'; here I've found myself thinking 'everything shouts in London.'  It's a loud city.  On a Saturday night, the streets and squares and train stations and restaurants are teeming with people who seem to be set on being heard as well as being seen. For a country mouse like me, it's a cacophony of noise, some pleasant, some not, that takes a bit of getting used to. I'm tempted to have pamphlets made up that read 'Ssh, use your indoor voice.'

All is quiet now and Mat is blissfully using headphones to watch t.v. It's been another long day on our feet. We started with a walk to Whitechapel to take in the Brick Lane markets, where we didn't buy anything but saw some unusual sights.  We then headed off to climb the never-ending spiral staircase at The Monument, a passive pillar commemorating the Great Fire of London. The views are good but the height gave us both the willies. We clearly didn't get enough of going up and down stairways because following The Monument we walked across London Bridge and spent a couple hours scrambling around the HMS Belfast, a retired warship from WWII (it supported the Canadians at Juno).

Quote of the Day: 'They had other ships for dwarfs' - Mat, in response to my comment that I thought the ship's ceilings would be lower. 

Must turn in for the day. 

Keep the peace,

M